r. "I will guarantee it, Your Excellency,
with its face value, fifty thousand pounds." answered the financier. It
was the memorandum of a policy of assurance for a sealed package, on
the steamer Lord Roberts, sent by Hugh Fraser Johnstone to Prof. Andrew
Fraser, St. Agnes Road, St. Heliers, Jersey and now half way to England.

"I will act, Madame, at once!" said the holder of a scepter by proxy.
"You are to guard this secret, both, upon your honor. Send the dispatch,
as you have proposed. My official action is to follow this up. I will
let the game go on in silence just a little longer. And now--" the
Viceroy led the lady aside, whispering a few private words, which left
her a proud and happy woman. "My special aid will call at your residence
as soon as it is dark. The consular officials at Aden, Suez, Port Said,
and Brindisi will all have orders regarding you. I am ashamed that the
prudence needed in the official side of this affair prevents me socially
honoring you as I would. The French Consul-General has given to me his
official guaranty for you, which," he smiled, "was not needed. We shall
meet again, and your conduct will not be forgotten."

Alixe Delavigne bowed with the grace of a queen and never lifted her
eyes until her sober mentor had brought her to the shelter of his home.
Before they were seated at tiffin the wires bore away this dispatch,
which astounded its recipient:

"CAP. ANSON ANSTRUTHER, JUNIOR UNITED SERVICE CLUB,

LONDON.

Meet me at Morley's Hotel, London. Will telegraph you from Brindisi.
Official dispatches to you explain.

BERTHE LOUISON."

When the stars lit up the broad Hooghly that night, a swift Peninsular
and Oriental Liner drew away down the river, with a smart steam-launch
towing at her companionway. The woman who said adieu to the Viceroy's
aid and her grave-faced banker in her splendid rooms had read the brief
words of Captain Anstruther, telling her that the electric Ariel was
true to his trust. "All right. Both dispatches received. Welcome.
Anstruther." The official staterooms were a bower of floral beauty, and
the gallant aid murmured: "I hope that nothing has been forgotten. The
whole ship is at your disposal. The Commander has the Viceroy's personal
orders. And, I was to give you the letter and this package!" When the
banker had exchanged the last words of counsel and advice, he said:
"Trust me! I know Hawke of old! We will let him go up the ladder of life
a little, while